Mr Philip was sad, desperate to catch the car but he had a flat tyre as he was running after the car.
"Oh! goodness,l missed the her and the car,"he exclaimed.
He looked frustrated and confused. "Who is this woman?" he muttered to himself. "What is she looking for? Why is she running away from me?"he said, looking at the highway.
"What is her problem,?l can't really find an answer to all these questions,
Mr Philip shook his head and looked at the fiat tyre, looking tired and frustrated.
He opened the booth of the car, brought out an extra tyre, removed the fiat tyre, and changed it with another one.
"I must get to the root of the matter,l have to find out the mission of that lady,"he murmured to himself as he returned the fiat tyre back to the booth.
"I will not rest until i get the lady,l promise myself,"he said and drive away.
As he was driving,he picked his phone from his trouser pocket and dialed his wife's number.
